How did this come to pass,
A poet thinking words trashed…
Are worth only that
Considered old hat,
Not valued as in the past.
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If I could have traveled,
Preventing her unraveled…
But I’m stuck here–
Sorry, my dear–
My coming is effectively gaveled!
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Middens are places for trash,
Archaeologists search for past…
But for rats
It’s for their splats,
Nothing with wit or panache.
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–Jonathan Caswell